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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I hadn't been escorting for long but thanks to my adult work profile I'd managed to get myself some fun bookings. My first customers were men & other TVs. The men were either curious about sexual encounters with a transvestite or experienced & having more than a good idea what they liked. I preferred to meet in hotels but occasionally I'd do a home visit. My advert was to the point.. I preferred customers who have a fetish for sheer nylon & like their girls in over the top makeup & sluttily dressed. I wasn't in it for the money.
I got a message from a woman saying she'd love to meet with me. My heart raced at the prospect of being paid to meet a woman. I threw my normal caution to the wind & though we'd spoke briefly (and hornily) on the phone I waived my requirement for a reference or a deposit.
The day of our appointment arrived. I was dressed for a clandestine night time meeting, with exaggerated makeup, large hoop earrings, false eyelashes, short tidy Bob wig. Lashings of dark grey eyeshadow, thick eyeliner & mascara, probably way too much blusher... In a short little black dress, sheer black holdups & sheer knickers as requested, and painted toenails showing through the nylon at the front of my peep toe patent black platform shoes. For an evening meeting this was my favourite kind of look but here I was, standing in a carpark at half past eight in the morning! What the hell - she said she wanted to have me all day long . It all added to the buzz, seeing passing businessmen ogling me.
I saw her car arrive & she parked up. My phone rang & she told me to walk over to her car & get straight in. I tottered excitedly over & opened the passenger door, noticing all the windows were heavily tinted.
I was greeted by the sight of an older woman, demurely dressed as if for a business meeting. She said "you'll find your tribute in an envelope on the back seat. Go get it". I moved across from the passenger seat & saw both rear seats had been folded down. No sign of any envelope! Next thing I knew she'd pushed me face down onto the folded seats & was holding my wrists with one hand while putting a cable tie around them. Zzzzzzip!
"What the fuck are you doing? What are you going to do with me?" I asked. She told me it was none of my business but I'd find out soon enough.
She pulled the tie tighter. I felt the hard plastic biting into my skin as she quickly clipped off the excess. My ankles were next & she smoothed her hands over the nylon of my stockings before doing the same to my legs above my knees. I wriggled my hands & feet. Any movement made the ties rub painfully & dig in further.
"What about my money?" I asked. " Oh you'll be getting paid alright dear. Remember the guy you met last week who liked being covered from head to toe in sheer nylon & edged as you videoed him? That was MY husband you perverted slut! I found the video you took on his phone. He gave up your details very easily.".
Fuck. I'd sometimes wondered what might happen should a partner find out what their other half gets up to with me, and here I was - trussed up in the wife of a client's car with God only knows what about to happen to me.
"You can't seriously expect me to go along with this! I'll scream!" I protested. "Oh no you won't", she explained. "You're not gonna be able to scream. Open!". She produced a large shiny red rubber ballgag. I closed my mouth firmly. No fucking way was that going in my mouth.
"Fine, the hard way it is then" she said then pinched my nostrils tightly shut with one hand. I held my breath as long as I possibly could & when I finally gasped for air she quickly & roughly pushed the ball into mouth.
Mmmnggggg!
She secured the gag's leather strap tightly behind my head. I protested but no legible sounds came out. "And now something to stop you peeking" she said as she fastened a blindfold tightly over my eyes.
I screamed for help. I struggled. The ties bit into my wrists, my knees & my ankles. She laughed out loud & pushed me down so I was lying on my side. I felt her pass another cable tie between my ankles as she pulled them towards my bum. Holding the tie with one hand she straightened my wrists, passed the tie between them & began to zip it tighter. The tie above my knee bit deeper. I yelped into my gag.
I heard her fasten her seatbelt & she started the engine. Now screaming into my gag & vainly trying to snap the plastic band that hogged me, I was disoriented. She drove fast & I slid around on top of the folded down seats as she took corners. This was great fun for her, it seemed. And only the beginning of my ordeal..
After being jostled around the back of her car for what felt like an eternity the car slowed gently & stopped. I heard other traffic around us. I heard the beep of a pedestrian crossing & started screaming out for help again. She responded by blasting opera out of the car stereo. Panic set in. Nobody could see me or hear me. Nobody even knew I was there. I was doomed. No Justine calm down. I stopped struggling. I stopped trying to shout out for help.
Shortly afterwards she stopped the car & got out. She opened the back & snipped the cable tie she'd hogtied me with. Then she snipped the tie binding my ankles together. She helped me sit up before pulling something over me. A shawl?
I was helped to wriggle out of the car & stand up. She led me, still gagged & blindfolded to a gate & pulled me through. I hobbled as best I could. I heard the jangle of keys unlock a door & I was pushed in. I panicked again & shouted for help into my gag. She laughed & led me to a chair. She pulled the shawl from over me.
She sat me down then secured each of my ankles to a leg of the chair. She then snipped the cable tie that bound my wrists. She grabbed my left hand & deftly bound it to the chair with another cable tie. Another zip & my right hand was tied to the chair at the other side too.
Next, she cut the tie binding my legs together above the knee and secured my legs open with yet more cable ties that bit into my sheer nylon covered legs. I tested my bonds again . My false nails would make unpicking the ties absolutely impossible. I was stuck & completely at her mercy.
"Well, I'll see you later baby" she said. "You stew here by yourself for a while. Don't go anywhere now will you. Hashtag mybitchnow eh honey".
Now in a frenzy of struggling & gagged screams I hit flight mode. I just had to get out or get help. I stopped suddenly & heard the door close behind her closely followed by a key being put in the lock & turned.
"HHHHHHHHHHHNNNMMMPHHHHHHHHH!!!"
"HHHNNGGGMPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"...
I started sobbing as I sat, tightly bound to the chair in a stranger's garage. I could feel my false eyelashes butted against my face by the thick pads of my blindfold. I felt saliva cooling on my neck & chin from the drooling caused by the ballgag. I tried to stretch my legs to snap the ties. Nothing doing, just a firm bite into my sheer nylon clad skin.
There was no getting out of this. I was up shit creek without a paddle.
After a while I heard the door being unlocked, opened & closed again and the click of shoes on concrete approach me. They stopped & I felt hands caressing my legs. My cock started to awaken. She stroked my crotch & suddenly grabbed my balls tightly making me sound a gagged yelp. Two more strokes & she withdrew.
She undid my blindfold & I looked around. Everything was blurry at first. Still standing behind me she undid the strap of the gag & pulled the ball from my mouth. I gasped & swallowed the drool that would otherwise have trickled out around the ball.
She stretched a black stocking over my head then prised my mouth open & started stuffing some fabric into it.
It felt like nylon. Was it a pair of tights? I breathed in & caught an unmistakable odour. WORN tights? Oh dear.
She smoothed the stocking down over my face again & told me to keep my mouth open. I groaned in agreement then she produced a roll of duct tape. The tape was pulled tightly around my head across my open mouth, pushing the nylon tights firmly to the back of my mouth. I gasped as she wrapped the tape around & around, completely covering my face from under my nose to the tip of my chin. "Well dear. I know how much you like tights. Now your mouth is all full of a pair I've been wearing all week. Pretty!".
She took some pictures of her handiwork & once again picked up the roll of tape. This time she pulled the tape slowly & firmly over my eyes, around & around my head again 4 yes before tearing it from the roll. I felt her hands smooth all the tape down & then... She pinched my nose between her fingers stopping me from breathing! I struggled. The cable ties bit me & I started to feel light headed. She released my nostrils & I groaned into my gag as I gasped for air again. She carried on toying with me for a while, varying the length of time she'd deprive me of oxygen.
My bonds were uncomfortable & the tights in my mouth & tight wrap of tape around my head made it hard to breathe but it was a hugely unexpected turn-on. She relented.
I heard her wander across the room & heard her playfully opening & closing a pair of scissors in front of me. She teased them up & down my thighs, stopping occasionally to jab the pointed end into my leg as a warning. And then, I felt the scissors cutting at my knickers. Oh God no. What now? |
